'Swish.'
Han Lang withdrew his divine sense and slowly opened his eyes. Cao Jian hurried forward to inquire about the situation.
"Young master, how is it? Can my father wake up?"
Han Lang waved his hand and said.
"Don't worry, it's fine! Everything went smoothly."
Hearing this answer, a hint of joy flashed across their faces, but new questions soon arose.
"But why is my father..."
Cao Jian pointed numbly at the still motionless Old Master Cao lying on the bed, his words trailing off. But Han Lang understood his meaning.
"Patriarch Cao, there's no need to rush! Old Master Cao has been lying down for so long, you have to give him some time to recover."
Just as he finished speaking, Old Master Cao on the bed suddenly flinched as if startled, then his eyes snapped open. However, the first words he uttered were...
"It's so dark!"
Han Lang couldn't help but chuckle. This Old Master Cao was too humorous. He walked forward, feeling his pulse to confirm his condition, and teased,
"Isn't it bright now?"
Seeing Han Lang, Old Master Cao's eyes widened. He excitedly grabbed Han Lang's hand and said,
"You... you... aren't you the little brother who saved me in my dream?"
Compared to Old Master Cao's disbelief, the others were even more stunned into silence.
Logically speaking, Old Master Cao and Han Lang should have met for the first time, but judging by their conversation, they not only knew each other but also seemed to be quite close.
This left everyone utterly bewildered.
Could it be that Han Lang not only truly entered Old Master Cao's dream, but they also talked through the night in the dream?
But...
This was too incredible!
Despite their confusion, Cao Xueyong, hearing her grandfather's long-lost voice, could no longer hold back her tears.
"Grandpa, you're really awake?"
Cao Xueyong's sobbing voice made Old Master Cao tremble.
"Xiao Rong'er?"
Recognizing Cao Xueyong, Old Master Cao also reached out a trembling hand to caress her cheek.
"Is it really you?"
"It's me, Grandpa."
Cao Xueyong quickly replied, while Cao Jian also called out softly.
"Dad!"
Old Master Cao looked over.
"Jian'er! Old Sun! You're all here!"
Sun Liansheng also hurried forward.
"Yes, Old Cao, you're finally awake."
For a moment, the room was filled with the touching scene of a reunion after a long separation.
After a long while, having asked and understood, Old Master Cao finally distinguished between dream and reality.
"Thank you, little brother, you saved my life, and I must keep my promise. From now on, we will be brothers!"
As soon as Old Master Cao said this, everyone was greatly astonished.
"Ah?"
"If you two are brothers, then Senior Sister would have to..."
Even Luo Jiaying, who had been in a daze, was confused.
If Han Lang was on equal footing with Old Master Cao, then Cao Xueyong would have to call Han Lang "Grand Uncle," and the patriarch of the Cao family, who was renowned in Weicheng, would have to call him "Little Uncle"?
This was too ridiculous!
So Cao Jian immediately stepped forward to object.
"Dad! This is not appropriate!"
"Yes, Grandpa, this definitely won't do!"
Cao Xueyong also hurriedly agreed, and even Han Lang spoke to dissuade him.
"Patriarch Cao, the joke in the dream doesn't need to be taken seriously. The age difference between us is too great, and calling ourselves brothers is indeed not very appropriate!"
But Old Master Cao paid no heed.
"What's inappropriate about it? A man's word is his bond. We had an agreement, how can I go back on my word? Little brother, if you look down on me, just say it, and I, Cao, will not force you!"
With the conversation reaching this point, who would dare to continue? Everyone looked at each other awkwardly.
"I think it's better this way!"
Seeing the atmosphere freeze, Sun Liansheng quickly tried to salvage the situation and suggested.
"You can be like me and the young master. He calls me Old Sun, and I call him Young Master. We don't talk about age, and everyone addresses each other as they see fit."
"Good! Good! Old Sun, you really have ideas! That's it, that's it, hahaha..."
Before Sun Liansheng could finish speaking, Old Master Cao immediately agreed and then said to Han Lang.
"Then from now on, I'll call you Brother Han, and you can call me Old Brother Cao. As for the others, you can address each other as you see fit. Is that acceptable?"
"Uh..."
Han Lang really didn't expect Old Master Cao to have such a personality. He didn't really mind, but considering Cao Jian's status, he couldn't make up his mind and could only look at Cao Jian and Cao Xueyong.
"Dad, if you insist, what can we do? It all depends on whether Young Master Han agrees!"
Cao Jian was helpless and had to agree. Seeing this, Cao Xueyong could only tacitly accept.
Seeing that neither of them had any objections, Han Lang reluctantly agreed.
"Alright... Old Brother Cao!"
"Good! Brother Han! Haha... Is there anything to eat? I seem to be a bit hungry!"
"Yes! The kitchen is preparing lunch. But you just woke up... Young Master, does my grandfather need to abstain from anything?"
Cao Xueyong quickly asked Han Lang.
"No need! But the nutrition needs to be gradually increased, and it's not advisable to over-nourish right now!"
"Oh, then Grandpa, can I ask the kitchen to prepare some liquid food for you?"
"No, I want to eat meat!"
"Make a poached chicken!"
"Salt baked!"
Everyone's faces darkened.
Old Master Cao's recovery was undoubtedly a great joy for the Cao family. For this reason, Cao Jian immediately announced that he would choose a date to hold a banquet and invite relatives and friends to celebrate.
Han Lang and Sun Liansheng were naturally among the invited guests. At the same time, Cao Jian gave Han Lang a check for ten million as a consultation fee and Sun Liansheng a check for five million as a thank-you gift.
Neither of them was polite. After receiving the checks, they said they would definitely attend, which made Old Master Cao very happy.
After dinner, Cao Xueyong insisted that Luo Jiaying stay overnight to have a good chat. Helplessly, Han Lang had to leave alone.
Before leaving, Sun Liansheng stopped him.
"Young Master, your medical skills are so superb, have you ever thought of joining our Chinese Medicine Association? With you here, we can surely help solve more difficult and complicated diseases."
Han Lang was a little hesitant. He had never thought of becoming a pure TCM doctor.
"Old Sun, I don't like being constrained."
"There are no constraints, where are the constraints! I'm not asking you to work nine to five. I just hope that when we encounter problems that we cannot solve, you can lend a hand. This is also for the benefit of all patients."
Han Lang didn't speak, he just took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"A doctor's heart is benevolent! Young Master."
Han Lang almost spat out his cigarette when he heard this.
"Old Sun, can you stop using this to morally blackmail me!"
"This is a fact, how can it be called moral blackmail? If a doctor loses the heart to help the world, can he still be called a doctor?"
Sun Liansheng was anxious, but his words made Han Lang fall into thought.
"I can't, my abilities are limited, and my energy is also limited!"
Hearing this, Sun Liansheng fell silent instantly.
Although he didn't know the real reason for Han Lang's refusal, this reason was too far-fetched. How could someone who mastered the Shennong Eighteen Needles and the Shenxi Hand have limited abilities?
"Alas, since that's the case, I won't force you, but Young Master, you must know that with great power comes great responsibility, and you cannot escape it."
Han Lang was speechless. He extinguished the cigarette in his hand and got into the car.
"Consider it, and call me anytime if you need anything. I will do my best within my capabilities!"
"Got it!"
With that, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away.